127 – This is hell
James Moriarty knew that he had woken up from another terrible nightmare.
Why does this keep happening? He couldn’t understand all this. But he didn’t bother to worry any further because he wanted to find a trivial answer.
Even so, it is just a dream. It was just a stupid dream. A very stupid dream, different from reality.
This realistic fantasy created by one’s own brain was literally just a list of meaningless things. Everything that happened here was meaningless.
You might forget everything as soon as you wake up. Like many dreams, it may literally be nothing more than a fleeting memory that disappears as soon as you wake up.
So it’s okay. Moriarty thought. No matter how many terrible things you experience in this dream, no matter how much you suffer in the hell created by your own sleeping brain, in the end it was all just a dream.
He tried his best to pretend to sleep until the dream ended, but he couldn’t. A strong pain overtook him, and he had to endure the pain without realizing it and open his eyes.
Only then did Moriarty realize that he was lying on the bed, almost naked. He could vaguely see that it was similar to a dream he had before.
He couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of a continuing dream, but he couldn’t smile because of the pain that was flooding in.
It was a strange thing.
James Moriarty was a soldier or a man who had not learned how to endure torture, so he was not accustomed to pain itself.
However, even though he was able to take advantage of his own death, he was not very afraid of the pain itself, and above all, he was somewhat insensitive, as if some part of his senses were congenitally damaged.
Therefore, he had no choice but to open his eyes and struggle slightly in the unfamiliar pain that felt like his bones and nerves were being pierced with a needle.
He half-got up from the bed, his body shaking like an epileptic who had unknowingly had a seizure. The blanket that was covering his body was blown away by the wind, and his naked upper body was greeted by the cold air.
Strangely, when the air touched my skin, another pain came, as if someone had hit me hard with a club.
He was arrogant and valued his dignity, so he tried not to scream unsightly. Therefore, in order to endure the pain and hold back the screams, he unconsciously bit his teeth hard.
He closed his jaw so hard that it felt like his jaw was broken and his teeth were cracking.
It really might have been that way if someone hadn’t put his hand in his chin, like putting a muzzle on a dog.
Instead, Moriarty bit the white hand of someone who had suddenly entered his mouth like a hunting dog biting without realizing it.
It was clear that there was a wound. He felt someone’s hot blood on the tip of his tongue.
But the other person did not groan even once. Rather, he stayed like that with his other hand, patting and caressing the flesh of Moriarty’s cheek as if to calm him down.
The pain was still there, but I couldn’t help but feel shame at being treated like a child like this.
Therefore, Moriarty quietly endured her pain and secretly removed her teeth from the opponent’s hand, and someone calmly took the bleeding, wounded hand out of his mouth.
Only then was Moriarty able to look behind him and identify his opponent.
It was Sherlock. Sherlock was sitting with his head resting on his thigh, as if she had given him a pillow on his lap and sung him a lullaby.
Not the Sherlock of reality, but the Sherlock of the future created by his own foolish dreams. In the nightmare of her own wife, the disciple was absorbed in a comical game.
Unlike Moriarty himself, she was dressed normally in a nightgown, and while rubbing her hands, Sherlock opened her mouth, as if he was more worried about Moriarty himself.
“Just wait, I’ll give you the medicine right away.”
“… “Sherlock.”
Moriarty called her student by name without realizing it.
Why did that happen? Moriarty thought it was all a dream and there was nothing he could do about it. No, it was definitely like that.
Moriarty himself called his disciple by name, as if he had to since it was a dream. Even though that child shouted that day to not dare call him by his name, he called him by his name.
It was a strange thing.
Even after reuniting with my student, I only called him Holmes.
Of course, as if it was natural, the disciple quietly got out of bed and went to a corner. There was a simple desk and chair, and Moriarty instinctively noticed what Sherlock was taking out and couldn’t help but tremble.
A syringe and a small bottle containing suspicious medicine. And like a nurse, Sherlock prepared to skillfully inject it into himself.
“Don’t…” .”
She muttered without realizing it. It was a small sound, but the disciple opened his mouth calmly, as if he could hear everything, or rather, cheerfully, as if he was enjoying Moriarty’s reaction.
“You’re lying, doctor, when you say you’re in pain from withdrawal symptoms. Because you lied… “I have to be punished again, right?”
“Like this… “Tsk, Ma!”
I wanted to run away. Of course, she knew she couldn’t run away from the woman in front of her with her bare body. Still, she wanted to do it.
But in this terrible hell, Moriarty himself was a prisoner.
Of course, except for the fact that he was naked, he actually had a healthier body than in reality. Due to age, the aging of the body itself could not be prevented, but it was managed excessively as if the purpose was to somehow make it live for a long time.
Just looking at his face, unlike the prisoners, he was neat and clean as he had not a single beard growing and was shaved straight.
But Moriarty’s eyes first caught the shackles on his feet and the bruises made by the numerous syringes on his left arm.
When Sherlock approached, he resisted. Once again, meaningless pleasure threatens to overwhelm you. So he had to run away.
He did not want to suffer any longer in this terrible hell.
But, as if Moriarty’s meaningless resistance was rather cute, Sherlock skillfully subdued him and gave him pleasure again.
There was silence for a moment.
Moriarty had no choice but to be defeated once again, his body shaking in the face of this terrible pleasure brought by the drug.
Sherlock touched Moriarty’s cheek once again, as if he was satisfied that the withdrawal symptoms were getting better.
But this time, Moriarty felt that the handling was different from dealing with a child. He had to stop it this time.
But Moriarty, who had begun to take effect, could only offer pointless resistance.
“Huh…. What… What about peonies? Mi… To Milverton…… I need to contact you… Black… To do… ….”
– Mate!
But for a moment, a flash came before my eyes. When he came to his senses, his head was turned. Sherlock’s angry voice was heard.
The pain came late. But the pain didn’t feel like pain. It’s definitely because of this damn drug.
Moriarty thought. This is why he tried to stay away from drugs as much as possible. At least he didn’t intend to become a nasty addict. He wasn’t untouched.
In this era where Victoria reigns supreme, everyone has been accustomed to her opium powder since childhood.
But the arrogant Moriarty was confident that he could control himself, as all addicts do before they become addicted.
But in this hell, he was just a person who gave in to pleasure and was living in a living hell.
Sherlock’s angry voice was heard.
“When you’re with me, you should only think about me, teacher. And speaking of Milverton, why are we talking about that charlatan? Are you just thinking about the past again? Are you slowly admitting it now? The teacher lost to me in an ugly way, and was completely finished. Just put your dick up and f*ck my pussy.”
Moriarty had no choice but to struggle in an ugly way to avoid admitting defeat in front of his disciple, who spoke vulgar words as if provoking him.
“… Phew! Yes… If your eldest brother finds out about this… hehehehe, I guess you’ll really like it… …. Rather… Let me kill you cleanly and send you to hell with your parents… Sigh, Sherlock….”
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It was a meaningless provocation. It was meaningless in this hell, but it made me want to die.
That’s why she was afraid of her student, who listened to her provocation and stared at her with an expressionless expression.
He regretted it later and struggled backwards, but Sherlock attacked Moriarty just like that.
“Chu… So…… Tsk…… Ha… ha… ….”
As if roughly covering his mouth, Sherlock kissed his and began to lust after his tongue as if to humiliate him. At the same time, he secretly massages her own genitals and begins caressing her as if provoking her.
But for her Moriarty, the most horrifying thing about her was that her own body was reacting as if it were natural.
It seemed as if she had already gotten used to her pleasure, or rather, as if she had surrendered to the woman in front of her, her genitals stood up stiffly at some point, and her own tongue also touched that of her student. Because I was coveting it.
“Ha, huh…” ! This… do not be like this!”
“I say this every time, but it’s already too late. Pfft! Hmm! Idiot… Ugh, still… ! Ugh, she thought she would be able to escape… Do you believe it? Hmm, teacher… All you have to do is f*ck your dick hard…… ! Play well with the kids…… ! That is… Because that’s your hell.”
Sherlock began to rock her hips, sitting on top of Moriarty himself, rubbing her genitals against his crack and swallowing her without hesitation, leaving her to lie down as she resisted.
In front of her rushing pleasure, in front of the hellish pleasure that reduced her to other stupid people, Moriarty begged and begged to the point of servility, but her pleasure did not stop.
At some point, she became angry like a normal person, shaking her hips and even lusting after Sherlock’s chest and lips as if she would destroy them.
At the end, there was an ejaculation rushing in, and Moriarty tried to prevent it somehow, but she was able to prevent it somehow, but thanks to the disciple who bound her like a rope, she was able to keep her secretly inside Sherlock. I had no choice but to pour everything into it.
Faced with her sense of helplessness and helplessness, she let out a sigh and fell helplessly on her bed. However, as if all this was punishment, her student secretly caressed himself again, giving her endless pleasure.
This nightmare was clearly hell.
Moriarty thought, her mind breaking before her pleasure, and she woke up from her sleep just like that.
Unfortunately, as with many dreams, Moriarty could not remember her dream.
